There’s someone that I always follow
I think they bear a lot of pain
But never do I see them wallow
Each day, they’re hard at work again
Pursuing their eternal passion
Knowingly, they took a vow
To disregard the worldly fashion
To no one would they have to bow
Singular, I think their vision
Selfless do I think their heart
Noble do I think their mission
Affecting do I think their Art
I fancy that their poet’s soul
Society rejects
And that must surely take a toll
That nobody respects
And now, I think I’ve lost my rhyming
And better take to bed
I’ve never been so good at timing
The things that must be said.
Wonderful!
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How wonderful an ode! I hope you slept well!
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Sweet dreams, bro
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This was for you.
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🙂 restful dreams Lee.
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And to you.
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